I am not pleased with the site revision, by which my posts are listed on a single page and I can’t view comments at the bottom of the individual post, as I could earlier. It almost looks like the design of a free blog site. I am paying $ 199 per year. That should account for something.
October 22, 2017, Prescott-
There is ever a power in love.
It is the greatest, and most inextinguishable power,
in all Creation, and is the reason for Creation itself.
God so loves the world,
that He sends His Message to Humankind,
in new form, every 500-1,500 years,
as He sees our need.
Thus did He send the Spirit of the Son,
some two thousand, seventeen years ago.
Two hundred years ago, today,
there appeared the Person of Baha’u’llah,
literally the Glory of God.
The Presence of God is always
the Light of the World.
Only our lower nature
can blot out that Light.
September 20, 2017, Prescott-
Almost as if on cue,
the triple digit temperatures
are leaving Phoenix,
and our nights, here,
are requiring a light blanket.
Soon, I will need a sleeping bag
for Fall and Winter camping,
that will provide comfort,
below forty degrees F.
I will finish pulling weeds,
in about ten days.
They won’t be back,
until next May.
I will be fully engaged,
in my daily work,
both faith-based and secular.
In such times,
it feels good to occasionally,
come up for air,
even when immersed,
in water and the Spirit.
In eleven days,
I will come up for air,
and I do not know,
in which hyperbaric chamber,
I shall ensconce myself.
March 9, 2017, Prescott-
“On behalf of my father,
rest assured, he wants to beat your butt.”
“On behalf of America’s white lower middle class,
know that they’re not taking your crap, any more.”
“On behalf of God, know that He’s coming,
and will soon give you what you richly deserve.”
Once removed, no need to be shy.
The inferred source(s) may, or may not,
want an emissary.
The speaker(s) definitely want a back-up.
Here’s a thought:
How about speaking YOUR mind?
Fathers, people who get their hands dirty,
and the Supreme Being, least of all,
hardly need a spokesman.
Admit it, this makes your comments
easier to let fly.
January 28, 2017, Phoenix- I completed my section-by-section exploration of the Black Canyon National Recreation Trail, this evening. Biscuit Flat segment’s north trailhead lies across New River Road from Emery Henderson Day Use Area, so I parked there.
As the name indicates, the terrain here is FLAT!
Thanks to recent rains, though, there was greenery aplenty and, as you will see, a river to be crossed.
A ranch once occupied Biscuit Flat, just above the New River. Its remnants are still on view, in the forms of a wooden trough and some piles of stones, apparently set aside as building material.
Sizable “rivers of stone”, on the north bank of the New River, indicate that the often-dry river has had its moments of torrent. I spent several minutes, contemplating these rather extensive, and deep, piles of debris. I’ve read that rocks and minerals impart energy. I certainly felt that, here.
New River itself was the second sweet surprise. It, too, was running and gave me a chance to get my feet wet.
The river bed is 1/4 mile wide, so there were two or three areas that needed fording.
About 1/2 mile south of the river, there is a Federal prison to the left of the trail.
A tributary of the New River left a small puddle, just past the prison view.
As I reached Bob Bently Trailhead, a rather nondescript gate with weathered signage, my 88 miles of Black Canyon trail were reduced to the return hike to Emery Henderson. The sounds of nearby Ben Avery State Shooting Range (where my son was trained to properly handle firearms) were heard, over a formidable earthen berm.
Lest anyone get the idea that Bob Bently was the end of the line, though, the invitation to another extensive trail system appeared, to my right. Several segments of Maricopa Trail, (http://mctpf.org/the-trail/), a 315-mile loop, circling Maricopa County, will be in view, on these pages, over the next four years. There seems no end to surprises coming my way.
January 12, 2017, Prescott-
The child claimed what’s his.
A grown man can’t hold what’s his.
I make little go far.
The above verse is in reference to one of our boys speaking out, about respect, across all lines. He is the smallest of our students, but is being raised by loving parents, to not give an inch, to anyone bigger and stronger, when it comes to holding onto what belongs to him.
A very troubled man, claiming to speak for his Lord, is finding that hubris is an empty vessel, and doesn’t take the place of living in the path of God’s Messengers. He is leaving shattered pieces, for others to pick up and carry forward.
Much had to be done, financially, these past two weeks. I made it, thanks to a short-term advance from my bank, which will be re-paid, in full, at midnight. This is a small example of what gets achieved, time and again, with relatively little. I will not let my responsibilities, to loved ones, or to those who meet my needs, ever go unmet.
Responsibility for self is always basic.
January 10, 2017, Prescott-
Small patches of dirty snow,
chilly fog in morning- “Jan-gloom”.
Daily walk to start the morning,
boys find the puddles,
splash, and bemoan the cold.
Less tussling, and verbal bravado,
now that a Special Needs mom,
is in charge.
Here we are,
in the prime learning stretch,
between New Year’s and Spring Break.
January 9, 2017, Prescott-
Haiku for Day One of the Spring Semester-
Happy to see me,
new boss applauds.
(Poets, tell me if this DOESN’T fit haiku.)
December 31, 2016, Chula Vista- I am taking the readership on a brief journey back, with one photo from each month, that sums up the month, for me. So, let’s begin.
Kayla Mueller, who was killed in Syria. This is not my photo, but symbolizes the month of August, as I took no photos of my own, and the sacrifices of some Americans, in the fight against terrorism became front and center.
Agua Fria Fort, off Little Pan Trail, Table Mesa region
So went the Year That The Common Man roared and I continued to explore.
October 12, 2016, Darwin, AU- Hah! I’m not halfway across the world. This post is by a young friend who has been on far more extended journeys than I. She offered it for sharing, and I think it of value for anyone who travels. Getting out and about should never have to feel like a chore-bound job.
Has this ever happened to you? You dream about a trip for days, weeks, months, possibly even years. One day, something happens and you finally get to take the plunge and book flights. You pack days (or weeks) before you need to leave, just because you are so excited. You count down the days. You […]